Whenever I spend an extended period in the proximity of Tiger Woods, I feel as
if I am — how can I put this? — gawking. For some reason it does not feel
like I am watching a fellow human being going about his business, as is
normally the case when attending a sporting event. Rather, it is as if I am
witnessing the latter stages of an audacious experiment. The attempt to
create sporting perfection.

Much of the experiment has turned out pretty well. The golf, for instance.

Fourteen major titles is an impressive total in anyone’s book and the question